Experiment called life. A tale of our experiments, successes and failures in trying to live a simpler life through learning to be self sufficient.

Monday, November 26, 2012

A Cold Spell

When we got home from visiting friends last night I asked Farmer Joe if he would bring in some firewood since it was supposed to get down in the teens last night and be quite cold today also. This is what he brought me.

He said maybe that will be enough to get me through the day tomorrow. Well I would certainly hope so!! Then I got to looking at the baskets and got tickled. You see many years ago (35+) my great uncle brought my grandmother a load of wood. That wood was actually arm pieces from a local furniture factory that had been cut incorrectly, they were destined for the dump, but my great uncle talked the driver into bringing them here where they would be put to good use. Apparently my grandmother did not use too many of them since we have one part of the woodshed still stacked over half full with arm parts. What got me tickled was that when you look at them you can tell they are furniture parts and I told Farmer Joe that if someone saw these baskets they would think we had fallen on really hard times and had busted up the furniture to burn to keep warm. But that's okay if someone thinks us odd, we know where they came from and fully appreciate them. Plus a warm fire accompanied by laughter is always a good thing.

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I am a 40 year old wife and beginning farmer and I am still trying to figure life out. My wonderful husband Joe and I started a small farm a little over a year ago, and it has brought us the most joy of anything we have done. This is to be a tale of our successes and failures in the experiment that is our life.